Being a teenager, god why do they even call it "teenager"? they should just call it hell on wheels, because thats what it is. now before you stop reading because you have found yet another person complaining about their lifes, i urge you to stop because that is not what i am here to do.
I am only say that out of decades of life i am going to garauntee you that this one shall be the most confusing, AWKWARD, superficial decade of anyones life.
I am a 17 boy. have you wished that you could change a relationship, but you dont know how to? especially when the other half feels like a closed book only capable of discussing matters of fact and praise involving himself. it's my father i speak of. i so very much want something more of our relationship, but we feel like to completely differently people unable to relate on any level besides my sister and possibly cousins life decisions, view him as the high school jock. view me the akward flamboyant high school gay boy. now force those two to communicate and get along like father and son
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